Page 19 of Undone
Holding eye contact I run my tongue along the slit of his tip, collecting the bead of precum. I circled my tongue around his head before sucking him into my mouth before releasing him, licking along his shaft. Marissa joins in straddling me, taking over focusing on his dick while I suck on his balls. Sammie’s hands tightly gripping both of our hair, Marissa’s mouth fully groaning around my husband’s hard flesh. I release his hanging sac to focus on Marissa, feeling my way along her body, fondlingher until my fingers are at her hot wet center rubbing her clit before inserting two fingers to fuck her.
She gasps when she feels my invasion. Her surprise causes her jaw to open wider, Sammie groans, his dick falling deeper into her throat. I remove my finger from her pussy using her juices to rub against Sammie’s back hole. The combination of sensations has Sammie yanking at Marissa’s hair pulling her off of him trying to catch his breath. I insert a finger into him slowly massaging his prostate, when his cum shoots out of him like a volcano eruption. His hot seed landing all over us. Drained and out of breath Sammie stumbles to an open space on the bed collapsing attempting to regain his bearings after being drained.
Marissa laps up the sticky mess from my skin giving me a fake innocent smile licking her lips again. I see her reach to the side of us producing a wand vibrator.
“I’m not done with you yet, babygirl,” she tells me.
My body is awake and sensitive. The cool air assaults my nipples causing me to shiver, “I’m not done with you either. Come ride my face.”
Marissa quickly follows my command straddling my head, sixty-nineing me as she lowers her core to my mouth. I take a slow lick. My tongue greedily tasting every crevice, her hips gyrating on my tongue.
“Shit your mouth is amazing,” she gasps, grinding down harder against my mouth when I suck her clit, circling her bundle of nerves with the tip of my tongue.
Sammie’s voice doles out praises to us as we indulge in each other. The low mechanical hum of a vibrator cuts through the fog of pleasure and praise at the same moment it touches my center. She moves the toy in fast torturous circles against me. Strong hands roam my body, massaging my breasts. My moans are muffled by the pussy in my mouth. Marissa’s orgasm hits herfirst, her sweet juices wash over my taste buds relishing in her essence.
Thick fingers delve into my channel working me while Marissa continues to maneuver the vibrator over my sex. Their teamwork brings me to an abrupt release. I’m given no time to register the bed shifting and Sammie’s hands yanking me toward him folding me in half exposing my most intimate parts to the cool air and the audience watching.Marissa’s pussy is still hovering over my chest.
The vibrator long forgotten.
“Oh baby, did you wear this for me,” His voice husky, rubbing over the butt plug I had inserted without his knowledge.
“Y-Yes,” I hiss, feeling him pumping the plug in and out of my chocolate starfish, “only for you.”
“Don’t tease her too much, Papa, I want to see you inside her the next time she comes for us,” our companion moans.
Sammie enters me so hard and fast that it feels like he’s in my stomach. He doesn’t give me a moment to adjust, he just starts thrusting. Marissa’s lips wrap around my sensitive flesh. Both of them are brutal in their efforts to manipulate and drag out my pleasure. I’m writhing trying to run and chase everything they are giving me at the same time.
Sammie rotates his hips, slowing his strokes leaving me almost breathless, “You can’t run from this baby. This what you wanted ain’t it, pretty girl? This perfect pussy nice and full, huh?”
“Do you want to cum, preciosa,” Marissa giggles evil and low continuing her torture, keeping me hovering right on the edge of eruption. Her wet center rubbing any and every surface it encounters.
“Y-Yes,” I pant, my body begging for any relief it can get.
The only reprieve I’m given is Marissa releasing me from her wet mouth replacing it with her hands. Two delicate fingersslide into me making me fuller, massaging my G-spot following Sammie’s rhythm, the other rubbing me in frantic circles. I am hot and panting, my eyes slam shut feeling her clit bump my nipple fervently.
“Ugh, I n-need it, baby, gimme that cum,” my voice is hoarse, unrecognizably desperate.
“Fuck,” Sammie roars his thrusts faster and sloppier, telling me he’s close to his own release, “I feel this pussy squeezing the life out of me. You gone cum for me baby?”
“Yes, yes, yes,” I chant, my pussy convulsing my orgasm taking over.
Sammie thrusts one last time releasing inside of me, warm ropes of cum coating my insides.
“Look Marissa, you see what we left for you,” Sammie asks, pulling his dick out of me showing her our combined juices, her clit still bumping against my erect nub.
“Do you want a taste, lover,” I ask, letting my hands rub her back, venturing to her front toying with her nipples.
My orgasm was so intense that I could barely move and wanted to roll over for a much needed nap but I wanted to make sure each of us left satisfied. Our eyes connect as she gazes down at me over her shoulder biting her bottom lip, giving me a meek nod.
“Go ahead and suck off your reward, for being our good little slut,” I tell her, smacking her caramel-colored ass cheek.
Leaning forward she eagerly licks up some of our release raising to offer some to Sammie, who cocks a brow to me for permission to kiss her. I nod lazily, dragging my hands down her body to her vulva rubbing her pearl as she kisses my husband ravenously swapping the creamy essence from her mouth to his. When she’s done she repeats her movements shifting away from my touch offering me the cream she holds in her mouth. Our lips lock, our tongues tangling as she deposits cum with every swipe,all three of our tastes mingling to create a savory reminder of the pleasure our bodies worked together to establish.
A moan escapes Marissa’s lips, interrupting our kiss. A low hum sounds and cool silicone is pressed between our awakened centers. Marissa begs and pleads for the building orgasm the toy is working out of her.
“Sammie, let us feel you,” I gasp. The buzzing stops abruptly, warm hard sheathed skin replacing it, stroking our clits simultaneously until all three of us reach our peaks together, Sammie collapsing beside me peppering my face with sweet pecks like he used to do when we first got married. Those were the things I’d missed as well, the simple intimacies we used to share. The last sound I hear is the applause from the audience, I had since forgotten. As I drift off into a blissful sleep I hear a man say, “After this I need to see if I can change my fantasy.”
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